Hip hop dans un mood country. Chill, chaud & confiant. Rappeur, Hip hop dans un mood country. Chill, chaud & confiant. Rappeur, guitare country, synthé & rythmique. Suggested for contemporary road movie & everyday life.Lyrics
Searching For Change
Cruising down the back roads
Smile on my face
Sun bright life’s a beautiful race
Shoes in the mud and my hat tipped low
These little moments like a brand new show
Cruising down the back roads
Smile on my face
Sun bright life’s a beautiful race
Shoes in the mud and my hat tipped low
These little moments like a brand new show
From City Lights down to the open plains
We’re all searching for a little bit of change
But happiness ain’t about the money or the fame
It’s the the love and a joy we claim
From City Lights down to the open plains
We’re all searching for a little bit of change
But happiness ain’t about the money or the fame
It’s the love and a joy we claim
It’s the little thangs that bring the big change
Not what you stand to gain but what you maintain
It’s the thought that counts
And not your bank amount
Content and your character what you about?
Life is happiness not all the nastiness
Figure out your purpose and why you exist
Sometimes we fall short and we all miss
But when we work as one then we all hit
Let’s grab a cold one and let’s make a toast
To all the simple joys and who we love the most
So crank the music up and let the windows down
We’re all kings and queens and we wear the Crown
This time we’re lifting up instead of putting down
We are can spread love and move it all around
This time we come together and make one sound
And we can all sing from town to town
Cruising down the back roads
Smile on my face
Sun bright life’s a beautiful race
Shoes in the mud and my hat tipped low
These little moments like a brand new show
Cruising down the back roads
Smile on my face
Sun bright life’s a beautiful race
Shoes in the mud and my hat tipped low
These little moments like a brand new show
From City Lights down to the open plains
We’re all searching for a little bit of change
But happiness ain’t about the money or the fame
It’s the the love and a joy we claim
From City Lights down to the open plains
We’re all searching for a little bit of change
But happiness ain’t about the money or the fame
It’s the love and a joy we claim
Latin pop song. Lively, passionate & syncopated. English female Latin pop song. Lively, passionate & syncopated. English female vocals, synths, dance beat & trailer fx. Hectic break @ 1'22. Suggested for commercial radio, Latino top charts, dance clubs & fitness.Lyrics
I feel you in my corazon
You can’t leave until you’re done
I’ll give up everything for you
Yeah you’re the luz in my life
Oh baby I feel ready now
If you wanna give me everything
I can’t get you off my mind
I want to be your something else
You gotta be there at the break of down
If you wanna get with me tonight
We’re gonna oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
If you wanna get it right
Que calor
Que calor
You get me hot now
Que calor
Que calor
You get me hot now
Que calor
Que calor
You get me hot now
Latin rap song. Proud, bold & confident. English Mc, brass, Latin Latin rap song. Proud, bold & confident. English Mc, brass, Latin percussion, hip hop beat & keyboard. Beat acceleration @ 1'05. Suggested for street environment, commercial radio, Latino top charts, sports & dance clubs.Lyrics
Iced out
Check the wrist
Boss moves
Represent
Shut it down every day
I'm the dopest that it get
Show me what you working with I know you got that hustle in ya Put my city on my back forever
I gonna represent it
Hit me on the hotline
Yeah I'll be pulling up outside
Yeah hit me on that hotline
Yeah picking up and I'm outside with it
Rolling through my city Every day is going down Big boss
I'm a king
I see when I wear the crown I'm a king
I'm a king
Out here actin' bad
what I get you never had Got my foot up on the gas I ain't never lookin' back Nope
Out here actin' bad
what I get you never had Got my foot up on the gas I ain't never lookin' back Nope
Rolling through my city
A dynamic fusion of electronic beats, upbeat melodies, and funky A dynamic fusion of electronic beats, upbeat melodies, and funky dance rhythms, creating an eclectic mix that sets the stage for joyous celebrations and memorable occasions.
Rhythm of Xula. Festive, danceable, lively, mischievous & fun. A Rhythm of Xula. Festive, danceable, lively, mischievous & fun. A sailor's song about the beaches of Salvador de Bahia with a humorous touch. Brazilian guitars, Brazilian percussion, electric bass, trombone, male singer & backing vocals.Lyrics
BR
Ja estou cansado de caminhar só
Não sou pescador nem barco de vela
Não jogo rede não tenho peixe
So tenho uma canoa furada
Ja estou cansado de caminhar só
Não sou pescador nem barco de vela
Não jogo rede não tenho peixe
So tenho uma canoa furada
Eu vou navegar mas eu não vou só
So vou com você do meu lado
O vento soprou você me guiou
Canoa furada navega
O vento que bate ali me leva
O vento que bate ali me leva
Sera que ela esta me esperando oi
Nao posso demorar
Sera que ela esta me esperando oi
Meu amor chego já
Eu vou eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
Eu vou eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
Eu vou eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
Eu vou eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
Eu vou eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
Boca do Rio eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
federação eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
Em São Tomé eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
No Calabá eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
Itapuã eu vou eu vou a Amaralina
EN
I'm tired of walking alone
I'm not a fisherman or a sailboat
I don't cast a net, I have no fish
I've only got a punctured canoe
I'm tired of walking alone
I'm not a fisherman or a sailboat
I don't cast a net, I don't have fish
I've only got a leaky canoe
I'm going sailing but I'm not going alone
I'm only going with you by my side
The wind blew and you guided me
A punctured canoe sails
The wind that blows there takes me
The wind that blows there takes me
I wonder if she's waiting for me
I can't be long
Is she waiting for me?
My love, I'm coming
I'm going I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
I'm going I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
I'm going I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
I'm going I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
I'm going I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
Boca do Rio I'm coming I'm coming to Amaralina
Federação I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
In São Tomé I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
In Calabá I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
Itapuã I'm going I'm going to Amaralina
Rhythm of Samba de Roda. A love song. Brazilian guitars, Brazilian Rhythm of Samba de Roda. A love song. Brazilian guitars, Brazilian percussion, female & male singers & backing vocals.Lyrics
BR
Din din,
Din din,
Din din,
Din din
Dei din din pra comprar
Pipoca, beiju e lelê
Veio uma morena e me disse
Se esta na terra do sol
Tem que provar do dendê
Dou um pedaço pra você provar
Dei din din pra comprar
Pipoca, beiju e lelê
Veio uma morena e me disse
Se esta na terra do sol
Tem que provar do dendê
Dou um pedaço pra você provar
Quero que você
Me dê
Um pedaço do seu acarajé
So pra eu entender
E ser a baiana pra você
Quero que você
Me dê
Um pedaço do seu acarajé
So pra eu entender
E ser a baiana pra você
Din din,
din din,
din din,
din din
Din din,
Din din,
Din din,
Din din
Na boca do rio eu vou
Colado com meu amor
Vou tomar banho de mar
Se é festa no rio eu estou
Colado com meu amor
Saudando Yemanja
Na boca do rio eu vou
Colado com meu amor
Vou tomar banho de mar / Lelê Lelê
Se é festa no rio eu estou
Colado com meu amor
Saudando Yemanja
Din din,
Din din,
Din din,
Din din
Dei din din pra comprar
Pipoca, beiju e lelê
Veio uma morena e me disse
Se esta na terra do sol
Tem que provar do dendê
Dou um pedaço pra você provar
Dei din din pra comprar
Pipoca, beiju e lelê
Veio uma morena e me disse
Se esta na terra do sol
Tem que provar do dendê
Dou um pedaço pra você provar
Quero que você
Me dê
Um pedaço do seu acarajé
So pra eu entender
E ser a baiana pra você
Quero que você
Me dê
Um pedaço do seu acarajé
So pra eu entender
E ser a baiana pra você
Din din,
din din,
din din,
din din
Din din,
Din din,
Din din,
Din din
EN
A BAHIANA FOR YOU
Din din,
Din din,
Din din,
Din din
I gave din din to buy
Popcorn, beiju and lelê
A brunette came and told me
If you're in the land of the sun
You have to taste the dendê
I'll give you a piece to taste
I gave you money to buy it
Popcorn, beiju and lelê
A brunette came and told me
If you're in the land of the sun
You have to taste the dendê
I'll give you a piece to taste
I want you to
Give me
A piece of your acarajé
Just so I understand
And be the baiana for you
I want you to
Give me
A piece of your acarajé
Just so I understand
And be the baiana for you
Din din,
din din,
din din,
din din
Din din,
Din din,
Din din,
Din din
At the mouth of the river I go
Glued to my love
I'm going for a swim
If it's a party on the river I'm there
Glued to my love
Greeting Yemanja
At the mouth of the river I go
Glued to my love
I'm going for a swim / Lelê Lelê
If it's a party on the river I'm there
Glued to my love
Greeting Yemanja
Din din,
Din din,
Din din,
Din din
I gave din din to buy
Popcorn, beiju and lelê
A brunette came and told me
If you're in the land of the sun
You have to taste the dendê
I'll give you a piece to taste
I gave you money to buy it
Popcorn, beiju and lelê
A brunette came and told me
If you're in the land of the sun
You have to taste the dendê
I'll give you a piece to taste
I want you to
Give me
A piece of your acarajé
Just so I understand
And be the baiana for you
I want you to
Give me
A piece of your acarajé
Just so I understand
And be the baiana for you
Funky, laidback and groovy 1990's West Coast Hip-Hop. Shimmering Funky, laidback and groovy 1990's West Coast Hip-Hop. Shimmering keyboards, guitar, horns and smooth easygoing male vocals. G Funk era.Lyrics
I’m coming to the spot
Lay my ass on the bench
And this is how the words come in
It’s gonna be another nice day
For the group of fellahs looking towards back shades I’m coming to the spot
Lay my ass on the bench
And this is how the words come in
It’s gonna be another nice day
For the group of fellahs looking towards back shades
That brings to be in bomb by the green chupa’s
We love committing bluppers boom the funk though us We take the hit from the bomb
I’m on mission like the 007
I take time to burn the warm content
And here again
I would never let it us suck a story
That I’m all getting
Cool and witty Classic 1990's Hip-Hop. Jazzy piano pattern. Cool and witty Classic 1990's Hip-Hop. Jazzy piano pattern. Reflective and bittersweet male vocals. Break @ 0'32 with muffled vocals, The slim shadded.Lyrics
So I’ve been speaking live in the booth How beginning high with my youth With my youngness
And we’re just eating miles in the coup We’re just sending vibes with the crew It’s what we do
It’s what we do
I’ve been hustling trying make a bock, no effects, but my bro this is how we do
But I just need some time for some love
Need some time for my soul
So my mind donna rock
I try to keep it positive
No matter what I’m facing
But reality is a bitch and she’s the type to beat it facin’
To flay in
The eagle actually let your life embracing
Another hallow ball without a soul is what you face with so face this ahah
Now you’re faceless, that faced
The stay is your status over staded
The fame is overrated
There’s money to be making
Cause wonder on instagram Is gone you wasted
Wasted yes wasted the fame is overrated
There is money to be making
Wasted, fuck a status, this shit don’t matter you body matter on the pavement
So I be speaking live in the booth
How bbeginning high with my youth
With my youngness
And we’re just eating miles in the coup
We’re just sending vibes with the crew
It’s what we do
It’s what we do
I’ve been hustling trying make a bock no offense but my bro this is how we do
But I just need some time for some love
Need some time for my soul
So my mind donna rock
Afro bossa. Bahian song with an African based rhythm. Lyrics in Afro bossa. Bahian song with an African based rhythm. Lyrics in Portuguese & Yoruba. Singers, acoustic guitar & Brazilian percussion.Lyrics
BR:
Erô baba mixoro ero mi baba cujadê
Erô baba mixoro ero mi baba
Ijexá toca com agogô, toca com atabaque
toca com coração
foi vovô quem deu lugar ao batuque feito com amor
disse bem erô babá, som madeira ecoa pelo ar
quem cantava transformou cerejeira em boca de tambor
quem tocava enfeitiçou pé na terra pé de beira mar
ENG:
it was grandpa who made way for drumming made with love
he said well erô babá, the sound of wood echoes through the air
those who sang turned cherry trees into drums
those who played enchanted feet on the ground and by the sea
Bossa nova song in a tropicalist spirit from the Brazilian music of Bossa nova song in a tropicalist spirit from the Brazilian music of the 60s & 70s. Nostalgic, tender & intimate. Female singer, acoustic guitar & light Brazilian percussion. Feat. Cynthia Abraham.Lyrics
BR:
Olha que beleza, poder sobrevoar paisagens de nós dois
Sempre com leveza, poder imaginar o que virá depois
Telecoteco será que vamos fazer
a coisa mais linda do mundo planar
Telecoteco será que vamos saber
o cume mais alto do mundo alcançar
ENG:
Look how beautiful it is to be able to fly over landscapes of us both
Always with lightness, being able to imagine what will come next
Telecoteco is what we’ll do
To glide over the most beautiful thing in the world
Telecoteco is what we’ll know, reaching the highest peak in the world
Modern bossa nova. Strange, lounge & swinging. Moog hook, Brazilian Modern bossa nova. Strange, lounge & swinging. Moog hook, Brazilian percussion, loops, Fender piano & female singer. Feat. Mirella Costa.Lyrics
BR:
Só vendo pra crer como a cor se espalhou
ali de onde vem maresia e calor
deleite de ser da manhã que alentou
a brisa que tem na saudade sem dor
tem quem não tem porem tambem tem gente que tem
tem quem não tem porem tambem tem gente que tem
só mesmo quem tem a magia de crer
no sul da manhã no momento equador
vivendo detém o segrêdo de ser
a brisa hortelã com perfume de flôr
tem quem não tem porem tambem tem gente que tem
tem quem não tem porem tambem tem gente que tem
ENG:
You just have to see it to believe how the color has spread
where the sea and the warmth come from
the delight of being there in the morning that encouraged
the breeze of saudade without pain
there are those who don't have it but there are also people who do
there are those who don't, but there are also those who do
only those who have the magic to believe
in the south of the morning at the equator
living holds the secret of being
the mint breeze with the scent of flowers
there are those who don't, but there are also those who do
there are those who don't, but there are also those who do
Bossa nova sung in French. Cool, tender, intimate. Brazilian guitar, Bossa nova sung in French. Cool, tender, intimate. Brazilian guitar, piano, bass and female singer. Feat. Lucile Chriqui.Lyrics
FR: Quand mes pensées vont parfois, Vers des lieux distants Là ou j’étais autrefois Je vois palpitant
paraître un pays au-delà du grand océan paraître des bribes de joie,
de tendresse je ne pourrai oublier les couleurs,
le vent les gens, la sérénité,
le bonheur présent là-bas je pouvais ralentir le tempo le temps je chantais à en ravir la paresse comme autrefois,
comme autrefois en douceur
rechercher la cadence comme autrefois,
comme autrefois lentement pour trouver résonance
si mon passé quelques fois m’est si apaisant c’est qu’il recèle l’émoi d’un ailleurs distant
là-bas je savais que l’on peut sourire autrement
je chantais fou de joie, de tristesse
comme autrefois, comme autrefois en douceur rechercher la cadence comme autrefois,
comme autrefois lentement pour trouver résonance
ENG: When my thoughts go sometimes To distant places Where I once was I see a land a land beyond the great ocean brief glimpses of joy, of tenderness I can't forget the colors, the wind the people, the serenity, the happiness of the moment over there I could slow down the tempo of time I would sing to the joy of idleness
as in days gone by, as in days gone by gently in search of the cadence as in days gone by, as in days gone by slowly to find resonance
if my past is sometimes so soothing to me it's because it conceals the stirrings of a distant elsewhere there I knew that one could in a different way i would sing crazy with joy, with sadness
as in days gone by, as in days gone by gently in search of the cadence as in days gone by, as in days gone by slowly to find resonance
